Riverwood - Foxglove Chapel

There’s a chapel where the flowers sing With no bell, no pew, no offering Its walls are roots, its hymns are flame And every prayer forgets your name Foxglove grows where grief won’t kneel In blooms too bright for wounds to heal You drink the light, you breathe the bloom And wake beneath the moss in gloom Don’t stay too long in Foxglove’s breath She sings in silk, she sleeps in death A beauty carved in thorn and vine She’ll paint your tongue, she’ll steal your spine I wrote your name in spores and soot Laid petals at your phantom foot But foxglove kissed your grieving mouth And rooted silence in the south No altar here but rotting beams No candles left, just rust and dreams If you must pray, then bleed it clean And leave before the vines have seen Don’t stay too long in Foxglove’s glow She gives you peace you shouldn’t know Her petals bloom in sacred sin— Once you’re inside, you don’t leave again “There’s a church with no steeple, just petals and bees, Where the pews have grown moss and the roots touch your knees. If you pray there too long, you’ll forget your own name But the soil remembers and sings it the same.”